Interviews with Ian Fleming

Note: The following is a transcription from a now-lost radio interview. It is notable for delving further into the Bond books than the usual interviews with Fleming. My thanks to the fellow researcher and collector who found and kindly sent me the transcript.

New Comment (The BBC Third Programme, April 18, 1962)

This evening’s programme is devoted to some aspects of the thriller…In the novel there have been perhaps more kinds of thriller, not surprisingly, than in any other art form: the ghost story, the Gothic horror novel, the science fiction novel, the detective story are all variants on the thriller formula. But in England, perhaps the most successful and original variant, at any rate over the last fifty years, has been the spy story.

It’s perhaps a consequence of our position as an imperial power in decline that our writers of thrillers since Buchan and Sapper have been preoccupied with the mystique of the English gentleman as a sort of individual lever of the political world, averting disaster with a flick of his eyelashes between two glasses of Marsala in his Brook Street club. The James Bond novels of Ian Fleming stand squarely in this tradition of the elegant spy story with an upper middle class flavour, but they’ve added the new and crucial ingredient of detailed popular newspaper realism—in setting, in background information, in their descriptions of sex and violence. In the following recorded interview Ian Fleming talks to T. G. Rosenthal about the nature of the thriller, and about his own work in this field.

Aficionados of Mr. Fleming’s thrillers will perhaps like to known that the interview took place at the top of a certain discretely distinguished building near Regents Park, which may account for the quality of the recording; alternatively you could put it down to a frustrated attempt at jamming on the part of Smersh.

T.G. ROSENTHAL: Mr. Fleming, it seems to me that a great deal of the appeal of the James Bond stories you’ve written is a kind of escapism—it’s the kind of escapism which you also find in the cinema, but if one just goes back to your short story that you wrote for the Sunday Times a few weeks ago, there’s a moment when the man who is instructing Bond at the rifle range at Bisley sees Bond finish, pack up, go away, and he says to himself “Mm. ’Spose he’s off to London to get a woman or something. Yes, he’s the kind who can get any number of women he likes.”

Now this seems to me to be almost an archetypal comment about Bond, and I’m sure it’s one of those things that makes him most successful, because for the average Englishman to read about such a character and then identify with him, this undoubtedly gives him a thrill, and do you agree with this?

FLEMING: Well I s’ppose I do. I think all life or history is violence and sex, and I think that undoubtedly large proportions of them appear in my books. I think that it would be very hard if they didn’t because the thriller is a kind of Pilgrim’s Progress where you get the man starting off in rather poor shape and gradually working his way up until he defeats the villain and wins the prize, so to speak; and it’s perfectly true that in the case of most thrillers and certainly in the case of mine, the prize is a beautiful girl very often.

ROSENTHAL: As much as the actual goal of whatever his Secret Service was? Are the two equal in your structure?

FLEMING: Very much subsidiary—the girl or girls come into the story as part of the exercise in which Bond is engaged. Possibly [in] my present book that’s come out the girl takes the major part, because it is in fact the girl who is telling the story.

ROSENTHAL: Well you’ve mentioned the form of the thriller—now it’s a cliché to say that one of the chief problems of any kind of writing is self-discipline, but don’t you think that in the form which you have set yourself—with the exception of the latest book which we’ll come to later—but in the previous nine, you seem to have set yourself a certain formula, which I think ought to at least ease the problem of self-discipline, because having worked out this formula you can then fit the book to it. Do you find that this is in fact a help and does it give you a certain greater fluency?

FLEMING: Well of course I don’t see the formula. You perhaps see that as a reader and critic, but to my mind they’re all just entirely separate stories. Perhaps you could call them fairy stories for grown-ups, which I have to think I wrote entirely separately. I can’t fall back on what you would call a formula, because when I sit down at my desk with page one in front of me in the typewriter, yawning at me, I’ve got to tell a story of one kind or another. To fit it to formula doesn’t really cross my mind.

ROSENTHAL: No, wasn’t in any sense accusing you of having all the books the same—they’re all extremely different of course and there’s no question of any similarity between two books—

FLEMING: —I think I see what you mean.

ROSENTHAL: —but you can always be sure of one good bedroom scene, in nearly all the books there’s a torture scene of some kind, there’ll always be a shooting, there’ll always be a briefing by M and so on.

FLEMING: Yes I think there’s a lot in that, but of course he’s a serial character, James Bond, and he’s got to be started off on his mission by somebody, and the Secret Service has got to send him off and very often [there’s] a useful way of getting the plot on the move by M, who’s his Secret Service chief, saying “Look here, we’ve got a very nasty problem on our hands in Paraguay.” Well, now already you’ve got two or three chapters…letting the reader into the secret of more or less what Bond’s task is in this particular book, and if one didn’t have that, which is of course partly a formula, it’d be much more difficult.

In From Russia With Love for instance I started at the other end with a similar, so to speak, situation in the Russian secret service headquarters, where there was a briefing going on for the destruction of Bond, and Bond only then himself came in halfway through as being the object of the destruction of him that had been planned in Moscow.

ROSENTHAL: Yes, and indeed in fact From Russia With Love is the only book which ends with—obviously not disaster, because Bond is alive again for Doctor No, which is I think the one that followed, isn’t it?

FLEMING: Yes.

ROSENTHAL: [Bond is] getting an enormous rocket at the beginning of Doctor No for his slip-up at the end of From Russia With Love, but of course the last page of From Russia With Love shows Bond probably dying after being poisoned by the fiendish Russian woman.

FLEMING: Well that is quite correct, fictionally correct, because Bond had made an awful fool of himself in his behaviour at the end of that book, and he deserved punishment, which he in fact received.

ROSENTHAL: Using this word “punishment”—do you regard yourself as a moralist in any way?

FLEMING: (LAUGHING) I don’t know about that—I don’t think so, and I’d never pretend that James Bond is a particularly desirable character. I don’t really pretend that he’s a hero at all. I make it pretty clear that he’s got unlikeable traits, but does a very good job, and when I first thought of him as a character I intended him to be purely a blunt instrument in the hands of his government, who would be subjected to various adventures and excitements, but who would not show up as the stock hero of, for instance, let’s say the Buchan books or Bulldog Drummond, and so on and so forth, or the Saint, where the man is definitely given a heroic role. I meant this man really to be an extremely capable instrument in the hands of the government, and that is one of the reasons why I gave him such an extremely dull name, because rather than call him, for instance, Peregrine Carruthers, or something of that sort, I called him James Bond, being to my mind the dullest name I could lay my hands on.

ROSENTHAL: Yet you do Mr. Fleming, don’t you give Bond a certain number of rather better characteristics? You do give him [those] in one or two of the books, for example in Casino Royale [Bond] moralises himself, he philosophizes—he asks himself is it a good job he’s doing, should he be doing it, then he justifies the various killings he’s done, certainly the so-called cold-blooded ones, and finds reasons why they had to be done and were in fact unavoidable for the interests of the State, and leaving aside mere self-preservation.

FLEMING: Yes, you’re perfectly correct about that—probably I have a certain amount of sympathy for the chap, or [have been] developing one over the years, and I feel that he ought not to be made out quite such a monster as some of his critics do make him out as, and no doubt I write in these passages quite subconsciously, trying to make out that Bond is in fact a nicer man than he really is.

ROSENTHAL: …Well, of course you have a number of adverse critics who dislike the so-called cult of violence, but then there was, wasn’t there, this leader in the Guardian which said, among other things, that the books are providing a conveniently accessible safety valve for the boiling sensibility of modern man, and also provide a vicarious satisfaction of innately violent instincts.

FLEMING: Yes, I think it was rather well-said. As a matter of fact Paul Gallico said something rather similar—he wrote a most entertaining introduction to an omnibus volume of mine which appeared in America, and he likened the whole business to the psychologist’s theory that if you keep a cat you are in fact keeping a small tiger. I mean that in your mind the sense of danger of keeping a tiger is reproduced in the keeping of a cat.

ROSENTHAL: Mmm—mmm. If we could look for a moment at the sadistic element in the books, which I think is undeniable, how much of this is done in an attempt to titillate an audience, or how much is it done in the knowledge that this is rather what your readers want or expect?

FLEMING: Well, when I started out to write these books, it was really quite soon after the war, and I’d worked in Naval Intelligence and [was] fairly close to the sort of things that go on in a tenser form in the James Bond books, and the violence, or sadism that you mention, that appears in the books, is as nothing to what occurs in real life, in the life of true James Bonds.

ROSENTHAL: Well, it’s going on at the moment in Algeria and has been for a long time of course.

FLEMING: Yes, well that is true, and the tortures that I know of that were inflicted on our secret agents, particularly by the Moroccan French—if I published anything approaching their violence and horribleness, then I should undoubtedly be overstepping the bounds of what can be written. But I think this sort of Bulldog Drummond business of the hero just getting a bang on the head with a sort of wooden mallet isn’t good enough nowadays. We’ve been through a couple of major wars, and we know perfectly well that human beings do wreak far worse vengeance on each other than has ever been written in the old-fashioned thrillers, say, and as I try to make my thrillers…get fairly close to the truth of life, perhaps this kind of truth is unpalatable to some people, and also perhaps totally beyond our experience or knowledge.

ROSENTHAL: I think you’d agree with me that there is a very definite James Bond cult—some of the blurbs of your jackets refer to James Bond clubs and so on. Do you at all relish the idea, and I’m sure it’s going to come sooner or later, if it hasn’t already, of earnest Ph.D students in minor American universities taking all your books apart and analysing them and producing statistics of how many times Bond in the first part of lovemaking reaches for the right breast and feels the erect nipple and so on—

FLEMING: Well—I’m horrified at the thought it might happen, but it is already doing so. In fact I got a letter from an extremely earnest lady student in Germany the other day, asking for some information, because she was in fact writing her Doctorate thesis on the subject of the James Bond books, and that was in Germany, where I’m not very widely published.

ROSENTHAL: It seems to me that you have made a very definite and a very successful effort at a closely reasoned and fairly serious medium [in] your thrillers, following in the tradition of people in America like Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler. Have you felt yourself to be influenced by these people—particularly, I think, Chandler?

FLEMING: Yes, definitely. I was tremendously impressed by both those writers—the fact that they got away from Mandarin English and also told a more of less truthful type of story. I admit fantasy enters into mine far more than it does into theirs, but it did seem to me that they’d taken the thriller a tremendous step forward away from ham, so to speak, and of course one of my great ambitions would be to write—as indeed Raymond Chandler says himself in his book Chandler Speaking—to write a great novel that would also be a great thriller. And I’m sure it’s certainly quite possible because when you look at the Russians—look at Tolstoy, Doestoevsky, the tremendously thrilling elements in their great novels.

I’m not in the least ashamed of telling a story, so to speak, I’m very unfashionable in that way, and I’m sure that we shall come upon a writer—Simenon is after all very nearly that, he’s written some quite remarkable novels, in which elements of violence and terror and death are very strong. Certainly as people become more adult in their reading habits, I think the thriller will develop along those lines—let’s say it [will] get closer to the novel, while at the same time remaining the telling of a story, rather than let us say, [the] lopped end of a life, which is rather current today.

ROSENTHAL: Well if we hark for a moment on the question of the novel, which is more important to you—the sequence of events, or individual events? You have written a few short stories, haven’t you, which seem to me to be constructed in a very similar fashion to the novels, in that there is always a beautiful girl involved, there is once more the element of pursuit and of capture, and of extreme violence and brutality. In other words, it seems to me that you can compress certain aspects of your novels into a much shorter space, but is it the whole sequence that counts or is it the individual events?

FLEMING: Well, I think that pace is probably the answer to that question—it’s a rather difficult question to answer. What I have tried to achieve is speed. That’s why you find very little dialogue on the whole in my books, and a great deal of incidents and descriptions of places and things. Whereas of course in a novel, it’s very difficult to write a successful novel unless you have long passages of dialogue, which personally bore me because I’m not very good at writing dialogue. I can pick up a Raymond Chandler and read his dialogue just for the pleasure of reading his dialogue, and very often, as I think must possibly occur in the case of many readers, one doesn’t really honestly know what the devil’s going on in a Chandler book, but the dialogue is so good it carries one…

…As many readers will find, they can pick up, as I can, a Raymond Chandler book and read it [as] such for the sake of the brilliance of the dialogue, and I, for my part, very often haven’t got the foggiest notion what is really happening in a Chandler book—I just read it with great pleasure because it’s so highly intelligent, but I think his plots are extremely dubious, very often he loses track of…

ROSENTHAL: You said a few minutes ago Mr. Fleming that you were very interested in the form of the novel as such, and that you would one day like to write a great novel which was also a great thriller. Now in your latest book, The Spy Who Loved Me, it seems to me that you’ve gone much more over to the novel rather than the thriller; certainly in the first half dealing with the spy, it’s obviously different because you’ve written it from the point of view of a girl. But also Bond comes into it very late indeed—is this a deliberate attempt to break away from what you feel might be a limiting formula or what?

FLEMING: Well I think if you’re writing about a serial character, and trying to be slightly intelligent about doing so, you do get rather tired of the reader’s desire that you should produce exactly the same mixture as before, and in this last book of mine, The Spy Who Loved Me, I have tried to get away from that, for a change—an intellectual change for myself, perhaps, and I’ve tried to look at Bond as one might say from the other end of the gun barrel, and the book purports to be written by a girl, and it is how she sees Bond, but I have tried to put [that] across, rather than for instance how Bond sees the girl, which is fact is not mentioned at all.

ROSENTHAL: But there are in fact only a very few pages which actually put this across—between a third and a half of the book is devoted to the girl’s previous history and her maltreatment at the hands of rather contemptible men.

FLEMING: Well, I had to make the girl the sort of girl to whom the exciting events that then come to pass would come to pass. She’s a French-Canadian, she’s had rather [a] normal life perhaps, but in London, before she gets to this rather sinister hotel in America, and I think artistically—if one can put it like that, or from the point of view of craftsmanship—I had to explain the girl pretty thoroughly before the gangsters arrived on the scene and then subsequently James Bond.

ROSENTHAL: Mmm. If we can change the subject completely, although in fact it’s a reversion to Hammett and Chandler, we’ve seen many films of books from those two, we know what their private eyes look like. It seems to me quite extraordinary—particularly these days, when a writer has to depend very often on film rights in order to live properly—that we haven’t yet had any James Bond films. Are there any on the way?

FLEMING: They just have begun. Previously there’s been a lot of dickering and flirting with the idea of Hollywood, which generally consisted of having very expensive lunches, and everybody saying “Ian, what a wonderful writer you are and what wonderful films you’d make, Ian” and so on and so forth, and then nothing—everything…fades out and Mr. Finkelstein disappears back into Hollywood, and that’s the end of that. But now [the] extremely able team of producers who made Saturday Night and Sunday Morning and The Trials of Oscar Wilde and The Entertainer and many other films have now got rights nearly all the James Bond books—all the James Bond books that are free, and they have started in effect.

They’re very nearly finished doing the first one, which is Doctor No—which is an extremely expensive affair in Technicolour—and I went and watched one or two scenes being shot on location in Jamaica, and I’ve seen some rushes from it and it does seem to me to get back to the likes of The Guns of Navarone—the old sort of blood and thunder film which I personally have always greatly enjoyed—when you stagger out into the night at the end of the film not really knowing what’s hit you. As for instance, Hitchcock, in his excellent North by Northwest pulled one’s legs so much that one went out into the night not knowing whether to laugh or be frightened.

ROSENTHAL: Who is playing Bond and do you approve of him?

FLEMING: I urged them not to get a typed actor, but to try and find somebody who was comparatively unknown, and they’ve found a most admirable man called Sean Connery, who is a Scotsman, and he’s a well-known Shakespearian actor, and he’s done a bit of TV as well. He’s boxed for the Navy, he weight-lifts for Scotland, and he plays centre-forward for the Variety Association Football team at weekends. He’s very good-looking, moves very well, very good with a gun, and I think he’ll do the job absolutely splendidly.

They’ve got a very beautiful Swiss actress called Ursula Andress who appears as the heroine in this, and some extremely good subsidiary characters…a very good villain called Wiseman from America, and a very good coloured man in the part of Quarrel, which is a rather important subsidiary part in the picture. And from what I can see they’re doing a tremendous job of it, and I suppose it’ll be coming out round the end of about August or September, and of course I shall be extremely interested to see what the public think of it all.

ROSENTHAL: Have you in fact any part in the supervision of the technical problems of that sort of grim obstacle race which Bond has towards the end of the book?

FLEMING: I’ve given them some ideas, but as a matter of fact I’ve kept as far away as possible because if you get mixed up in show business it can be an extremely time-wasting affair, and I have been writing in the last two months, while they’ve been filming, another full-length James Bond story, so I didn’t want to get too tied-up in the show business side of things.

ROSENTHAL: Is this all Bond this time?

FLEMING: Yes. First page to last.

ROSENTHAL: Er—good.

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Yes.

Thanks for posting.

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Is there a good way to save these?

Apart from putting them into pdf?

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Good question. Printing them as pdfs is probably the best option for now. Eventually, after I’ve collected and created text files of every available interview, I’ll create a dropbox link with files of the original documents. My collector/researcher friend might uncover some more material within the next few weeks, but aside from those possible finds there’s only a couple interviews left in the tank.

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Thank you for all of the interviews.

And I recommend again, trying to see if you can get a university press to publish them.

The University of Mississippi Press has a series that seems a good fit:

When I did my book for them, there was some effort to track down copyright owners, but as long as an effort has been made, the interviews can be republished.

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You’re very welcome, and thank you again for reminding me of the Univ. of MS Press. It was and is definitely on my mind. I’m not sure if the publisher will be interested in a book whose contents have already been posted online, but on the other hand (a) I can’t be the only person who enjoys owning proper books and (b) lots of things can remain hidden in the vast folds of the internet.

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Note: Like last week’s offering, this is a transcription from a now-lost radio interview, and it also delves deeper into the Bond books than the usual interviews. My thanks once again to the fellow researcher and collector who kindly sent me the transcript.

Fairy Tales for Grown-Ups (BBC, June 1, 1962)

“Fairy Tales for Grown-Ups” is a phrase Ian Fleming has used to describe his James Bond thrillers. In the interview which follows he is talking about their recipe with Peter Duval Smith.

PETER DUVAL SMITH: Mr. Fleming, this year is the 10th birthday of James Bond. Every spring since 1953 you’ve brought out a novel featuring Bond, the wonder M.I.5 [sic] secret service agent, as your hero. I wondered what started you off writing these enormously successful novels?

IAN FLEMING: Well it was really quite by chance, because I was in Jamaica, and I was faced by a kind of vacuum in my life, with nothing particularly in my mental hands, and I was also just on the eve of getting married, after being a bachelor for 43 years, and this was rather a dreadful step to take, and partly to anaesthetize my mind, as a sort of antibody to this situation, I sat down at the typewriter and decided to write a thriller.

SMITH: You’ve been a journalist since you were a young man working for the Times and Reuters and so forth, but had you ever wanted to write a book before?

FLEMING: No, I can’t really say I had, I’d never thought I’d have the energy to finish it.

SMITH: Had you always been interested in the cloak-and-dagger world that the novels take place in?

FLEMING: Yes, I think so. You know I was brought up on penny dreadfuls and then Sax Rohmer and Edgar Wallace and Phillips Oppenheim, the usual things—people nowadays are presumably brought up on rather similar stuff on television, westerns and so on and so forth. And I thought of it as an entertaining type of book to write, because I am interested in action more than dialogue and psychological insight, and my intention was to fill these books with action, or at any rate fill the first one with action.

SMITH: You seem to have at hand a lot of specialised knowledge about the cloak-and-dagger world.

FLEMING: Well I came a certain amount in contact with it when I was in Naval Intelligence during the war, but of course it’s pretty far from reality, and has to be, because otherwise I should be infringing the Official Secrets Act and have a lot of trouble on my hands. So it has to be, to a certain extent, fantastical, and it must not of course duplicate what in any case I don’t know myself personally happens in real life.

SMITH: What was the genesis of your great hero, James Bond? Was he based on anybody in particular, or any kind of person in particular?

FLEMING: Well, to go back to what I was saying, I wanted really to find a blunt instrument in the hand of the government, and get away from the old hero, the sort of Bulldog Drummond-Saint-Buchan type of hero, because I don’t believe they exist, to somebody who’s slightly more believable. Also, I didn’t wish him to obtrude his personality, I meant him to be read as simply a really good professional, without any particular trademarks, but of course he’s gathered them over the years, and now a sort of myth of James Bond has clouded what was a simple, straightforward pro.

And that’s really the reason why I chose his name, which I thought was an extremely dull name, James Bond, rather than calling him Peregrine Carruthers or something…That name I borrowed from one of my bibles in Jamaica, which is a book called Birds of the West Indies by a man called James Bond. And funnily enough last Christmas I got a very nice letter from Mrs. James Bond, saying that I was misinterpreting her husband’s character, and…

SMITH: Well James Bond, however anonymously you may have meant him, has put a lot of people’s backs up—as you know, you’ve been immensely criticized, especially by literary critics, for what one of them called “sex, sadism and snobbery.” Well sex I suppose is alright, but you wouldn’t want to be accused of sadism and snobbery, yet in the books there is a lot of violence, and sometimes it does seem to be—even to me, an admirer—a bit gratuitous.

FLEMING: Well I think that’s perfectly true; of course, in a way each of these stories has been a kind of Pilgrim’s Progress, where James Bond surmounts Giant Despair and Mount Whatever it is, and goes through a great deal of physical pain in the process before he wins the prize at the end. And the old days of just getting a whack on the head like Bulldog Drummond used to get, perhaps with a cricket stump or something of that sort, are very much out of date, and I’ve always tried to keep these books to a certain extent contemporary. In fact, so far as sadism’s concerned, if I were to describe literally the tortures which you read being inflicted or that have been inflicted in Algeria I should certainly be stepping into the realms of sadism, far more than I am at present moment.

SMITH: But look, take things like Felix Leiter, the American secret service agent who is Bond’s great friend, being practically eaten alive by that shark in Live and Let Live I think—

FLEMING: Live and Let Die.

SMITH: Live and Let Die, and the girl being eaten in the West Indies in one of the other books.

FLEMING: Well the point really is if you do an awful lot of underwater swimming, which I do, the perils of sharks and barracuda become very real, and fix themselves in your imagination, and I think that the shark incident—and there’s been also trouble with barracudas and a giant squid and various other terrifying animals—is largely because I know the underwater world and I know its perils—I mean, one’s got to write about something—and I translate them into my stories.

SMITH: But what about Bond being nearly cooked alive in the health institute in Thunderball? I’m sure that’s never happened to you.

FLEMING: Well—funny, I don’t say he’s cooked alive, but—I’ve certainly been on this tension instrument for stretching the spine, and I found out the technical details of it and I’ve found out that it certainly could get out of hand, and that unless the tension was kept at around 120 lbs—if it was allowed to go up to say 200, which is the maximum of the machine, which was really a form of rack for stretching the spine…I had arthritis some years ago…That was another fact which fixed itself in my mind as a possible trouble that James Bond could get into.

SMITH: Well, to get back to the critics who dislike Bond so much and their charge of snobbery, all the stuff in the books about clubs and the very best wine for a certain dish and so forth—do you think that’s a fair criticism?

FLEMING: Well, I don’t think that’s a fair criticism, because I think everybody should strive for better—I don’t know what to say—better food, better soap, better bread, better everything. I think that there’s no harm in if one has an admiration for a particular kind of, let’s say, soap or something of that sort, mentioning it by name, just as I think it’s silly to talk about a hotel not more than a mile from Piccadilly Circus instead of describing the Ritz in detail.

SMITH: Yes. Yes.

FLEMING: The old-fashioned way to not mention any object or place in detail—

SMITH: Call it the Splendide or…

FLEMING: Call it the Splendide or something…on the grounds that one was advertising the place. Well I don’t mind advertising these things that I let James Bond use and so on, because very often I use them myself and I think they’re very good.

SMITH: Yes. And finally their accusation, these angry young men who are so angry with Bond, of perverse sex. And one can think of one or two examples. Why does Domino in Thunderball—that enchanting girl that he finds in Bermuda—why does she have one leg shorter than the other, though everything else is perfect?

FLEMING: Well, again, it’s an attempt to try and get closer to real life. The girls I have known have not all been Brigitte Bardots, some of them have had minor deformations of one sort or another, which one finds rather endearing. And giving Domino one leg slightly shorter than the other, I think gave her rather an attractive limp.

SMITH: Well that’s fair enough…

FLEMING: The trouble is you see with these heroines…again if one’s writing about a serial character like James Bond, it’s really awfully difficult not to write about the same sort of heroine, or the same sort of villain in each book, and it’s quite a business trying to make them very different.

SMITH: But if Bond is supposed to be close to real life in that respect, why then in his dealing, all his dealings, with all these enchanting girls isn’t he more tender? He’s very much a chap who has his sex and disappears.

FLEMING: Well, he hasn’t really got the time to be tender, he’s got to get back to his headquarters and go on with his next job. (Laughing)

SMITH: In writing the books, have you any kind of purpose? I know you haven’t had a solemn message to put across, but anything you’ve been trying to show?

FLEMING: Well, in a world where everybody’s smashing heroes and idols in every possible direction, I rather like in my own mind to create somebody who is in some shape a form of hero. He does a good professional job for his country and I rather deplore the fact that heroes have gone out of fiction, and that now it’s this anti-hero who holds the stage.

SMITH: I found a marvellous cutting from the Manchester Guardian—some of it would have never appeared in any other newspaper—that ran as follows: “It’s evident that fiction of this kind (Mr. Fleming’s) provides a vicarious satisfaction of innately violent instincts which tends to prevent their expression in the everyday world, therefore we should be grateful to Mr. Fleming for providing a convenient safety-valve for the boiling sensibility of modern man.”

FLEMING: Well I think that’s rather well-said, but as a matter of fact Paul Gallico wrote something rather similar in an introduction to an omnibus volume of my books that came out in America last year, when he rather likened them to the psychoanalyst’s comparison of the cat with the tiger. The psychoanalysts apparently maintain that a lot of people who keep cats [do so] because they are baby tigers, and that this domestic pet is in fact really the relic of some desire for a gigantic man-eating monster, but whether that’s true or not I don’t know.

SMITH: And do you think your books then work for people in the nature of a safe tiger—do you think that somebody who reads about violence and enjoys reading about it would be therefore less likely to do it?

FLEMING: I don’t think it really acts one way or the other. From the sort of letters I get from readers, they simply enjoy a jolly good story and have it at that. I’ve never thought that these books have any great effect on anybody—I should be rather horrified and frightened if I thought they did have, any more than Fu Manchu had a great psychological effect on me when I was about 12 or 14.

SMITH: Well the sex, sadism, and snobbery doesn’t bother me personally very much. I like the books very much, but I’ve got objections that are growing as I follow the Bond saga, and the main objection is to the decreased credibility of his more recent adventures.

FLEMING: Yes, well there again, I’ve written somewhere—I’ve forgotten quite where—that of course if you read the newspapers, you’ll find that you’re often astonished at what happens in the real life secret service. One occasionally sees the tip of the iceberg in an operation like the U2 operation, with all the poisoned needles the chap carried and the currency and so on. And then you get people like Khokhlov, the Russian who was sent to assassinate a man in West Germany, who carried an explosive cigarette case—when he offered a man a cigarette, you pressed a button and the bullet went through his heart.

And then you’ve got the Crabb exploit, when he was lost doing presumably some kind of underwater frogman’s job on the Russian cruiser several years ago. Now those you might say are rather incredible, but nevertheless they are real life, and lot of my stories are in fact based, or taken from actual incidents that I’ve read about. I could run through the whole gamut and tell you where I’d read about them and what it’s all about but basically, I try and keep my foot more or less on the ground.

SMITH: But you don’t seem to allow that there’s ever any element of farce in the Secret Service work.

FLEMING: Well, (laughs) the trouble is if you start to laugh at yourself, these books would destroy themselves, because they’re meant to be thrillers, and to thrill and chill as much as possible, and if I suddenly started laughing at myself, or at my audience, in my books, my purpose would be defeated and I should be writing an entirely different kind of book.

I have felt rather the same—I am a tremendous admirer of Hitchcock, for instance, the film producer, but when I saw his marvellous film North by Northwest I thought what a splendid plot he’s got there, and how because being Hitchcock and having a sly sense of humor he refused to go on being serious, he pulled the plot’s leg so much at the end that you came out of the cinema not knowing whether to shudder or to giggle, so to speak. I think there’s a certain amount of humor in my books—some of the dialogue is fairly humorous, I think. Felix Leiter makes humorous cracks every now and then, but of course it’s not in Bond’s character to be a humorous man.

SMITH: Yes. You don’t think that to have a more obvious background of ordinary life would help? Do you remember that Buchan novel that begins marvellously with the sentence—I think it runs something like this—“Sir Edward Leithen ran for his life like a hare down St. James Street, surrounded by ordinary, respectable, upper-middle-class London.” This man clutching his bowler hat and his briefcase, running for his life—and I miss that a little bit in the Bond books.

FLEMING: Yes…I think there may be something in that. Admittedly they are rather fantastic, but of course I find—perhaps remembering my youth—that one used to love the books that really took you out of yourself, into an entirely different world, and I think that possibly is what I have in mind when I write these books, that you’d be translated into an entirely different world where the improbable can happen, in rather luxurious surroundings.

SMITH: What everybody likes about the books is the tremendous display, and not at all a self-conscious display, of knowledge. You obviously know about the things that I know about, I know that you know about food and wine and aeroplanes, and obviously you know all about aqualung fishing and sunken treasure and guns and bath salts. Is the information accurate that we read?

FLEMING: Yes. I make about one mistake per book, but I take immense trouble to try and get it right. But the mistakes I do make of course pursue me endlessly through the years. The fact that I once, in my first [sic] book, said that a scent called Vent Vert was made by Dior instead of Balmain pursues me to this day, as also when I said the Orient Express had hydraulic brakes instead of air pressure brakes. Well, that pursues me, and there are various other items of that sort that enthusiasts pick up, and of course it’s the enthusiasts that generally write to you and say, “What the hell’s the good of writing this trash if you don’t know that Vent Vert is made by Balmain?” for instance.

SMITH: And there is such a car as the Studillac in Live and Let Die [sic]?

FLEMING: Oh yes, and I’ve driven it—in fact I was arrested in one going at 94 miles an hour on the New York State Highway.

SMITH: And could you in fact steal an H-bomber in the way that it is described in Thunderball?

FLEMING: Well I consulted a very high-up chap in the Air Ministry about this, and he told me, including a lot of gen which I gave about flying a plane, that a single man could in fact have flown this plane.

SMITH: I remember that you once in conversation with me gave yourself a splendid out about the probability business and so forth in the books when you said “well really I regard them as fairy tales for grown-ups.”

FLEMING: Yes, well I suppose that’s a convenient crack.

SMITH: You wouldn’t say daydreams, rather than fairy tales?

FLEMING: Yes, daydreams is another good simile.

SMITH: But fairy tales have got a shorter pipeline to real life than daydreams have.

FLEMING: Yes, and of course generally they have a much more clear moral than I produce in my books.

SMITH: Do you feel the complaint that Raymond Chandler, whom you admire, often made, that thriller writers are not properly treated by the critics, they’re not treated as if they could possibly be part of literature—does this bother you?

FLEMING: It doesn’t bother me, because I’ve always been pretty lucky in that respect. My critics when they’ve been harsh on me have been harsh for good reasons, but they’ve been pretty intelligent chaps. Chandler was hurt, and I know he was, but his books—which were in fact a step above what I might call thrillers, they were really novels of suspense—weren’t given rather more serious treatment. They are of course today, as are Dashiell Hammett’s, they’re regarded as part of American literary heritage. But I think on the whole that the ordinary run-of-the-mill thriller gets adequate treatment, and I think that probably the outstanding thriller doesn’t. But as things work in newspaper offices, if a thriller comes along it’s sent along to the thriller reviewer, and isn’t for instance taken out and given, say, to Cyril Connolly or Toynbee.

SMITH: Are you sorry about that?

FLEMING: Yes, because I think it’s great fun, first of all Cyril Connolly suddenly has some very entertaining views about my books, and I should be most amused to see him write them down one day.

SMITH: Who do you admire among your fellow thriller writers?

FLEMING: Well Eric Ambler of course I think is tops, and I hope that the disaster he’s suffered in California-Los Angeles fire last year, which cost him…nearly all his belongings, won’t have upset him too much and that he’ll be getting on with his writing. I think he’s the best alive today, though one or two—

SMITH: What about Buchan?

FLEMING: Well Buchan I’m afraid I try and read, but I find his writing is tremendously old-fashioned. Geoffrey Household is excellent, there’s a very good chap called Lyall—

SMITH: Gavin Lyall.

FLEMING: Gavin Lyall, yes, wrote a very good first thriller last year, The Other Side of the Sky, which I admired very much. There’s occasionally [something] really fresh and new, but the ordinary English thriller writer generally doesn’t go further than Soho and Tangier, and that’s about as far as his knowledge goes, and I’m very tired of Soho and Tangier.

SMITH: But these writers you’ve mentioned are all very literate writers, and we know from Chandler’s remarkable book of essays published recently that he was an extremely self-conscious writer, that he wrote as carefully as any poet. Do you yourself take a great deal of trouble over the novels?

FLEMING: Yes, I do, but then I write them very fast, and I do a tremendous amount of correcting afterwards. And I try to make them as literate as possible, but I also true avoid sort of O.K. English, because I think it holds up the pace of what are primarily books of action.

SMITH: Are you going to go on writing books about Bond? Will there be 20 books in 10 more years’ time?

FLEMING: Well I don’t think—I should rather guess that I shall run out of inventiveness by then, and you’ve already ticked me off for getting too bizarre, and I should think that my powers of invention will gradually die away. I have just in fact written, I think, the longest James Bond…where he appears on the first page and goes right through to the last. Some pretty extraordinary things happen in that, and in fact I’m just correcting it today. But how much longer I shall find any situations to put Bond in without getting stale and repeating myself, I really couldn’t say.

SMITH: You wouldn’t like to try a new kind, perhaps a more ambitious kind of novel that didn’t necessarily have Bond in it all—and that wasn’t necessarily just a thriller either?

FLEMING: Well I don’t know that I would, I don’t think I’ve got anything…you see, if you’re going to write a straight novel, you’ve got to either have some sort of message, or you’ve got to go over these hackneyed themes of youth, boyhood, first love and so on, so forth, which have been done ad nauseam. What I would like to do, of course, is to write a great novel which is also a great thriller, and Chandler says the same thing in one of his letters. I suppose one of these days there will be a thriller which is also a War and Peace but I doubt if I’m the man who’ll write it.

SMITH: Thank you very much, Mr. Fleming.

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Still one of the best descriptions for Bond: Fairytales for Grownups.

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This is a transcription from a now-lost TV interview. My thanks once again to the fellow researcher and collector who kindly sent me the transcript.

Tonight (April 16, 1962)

He wore a dark blue belted raincoat and a soft black hat pulled rather far down. Carefully, almost too carefully, he lit a cigarette, a cigarette with three distinctive gold rings, blended for him from a Balkan tobacco mixture by Morland’s of Grosvenor Street. With a look of cold, measured passion, he moved forward in his hand-made brown suede shoes. Deftly he slipped a point two five berretta out of its chamois leather holster, took aim and fired. James Bond, Secret Agent no. 007, had arrived. In fact, James Bond, as every addict knows, arrived ten years ago, bringing with him a smart-set world of iced vodka, martinis, Caribbean yachts, scent by Guerlain, Bentley Continentals, all the most expensive flesh pots. It’s also a world of naked flesh either in sexual collision or under sexual assault from weapons as varied as a carpet beater and the tail of a sting ray.

KENNETH ALLSOP: James Bond’s creator is Mr. Ian Fleming and the latest Bond adventure, The Spy Who Loved Me, is published today. Now Mr. Fleming, this new Bond book of yours, in fact it’s told by a girl, it doesn’t include any kind of death or violence until about half way through and Bond, himself, doesn’t appear until two thirds of the way through. Now do you think you’re getting a little bored with your hero?

IAN FLEMING: No, I never get bored with him at all but I think that if you write about a serial character, in the end you’ve got to find themes for the other end of the gin muzzle, so to speak, and I’ve tried in this book—I don’t know how successfully—to examine Bond from the view of somebody who got involved with him.

ALLSOP: Well, you said in a letter to the Guardian in exchange with an editorial they wrote about your books, you did seem rather to regret that you’d saddled Bond with what you called then his vulgar foibles and gimmickry. Do you still feel that you wish you hadn’t done this?

FLEMING: Well, Bond got himself involved. I’d meant him to be a perfectly straightforward instrument of Government, or secret government let’s call it, a blunt instrument who was extremely effective and efficient. I didn’t mean him to become a hero. He wasn’t supposed to be a hero. He was supposed to be extremely efficient.

ALLSOP: I know that some things in this new book of yours that I think are going to frustrate Bond’s admirers, you know. To begin with, there’s no refined torture of any kind, the sexes are very straightforward and, in fact, your only detailed mention of clothes is, I think if I remember rightly, the black matador pants of the heroine and her turtle neck sweater. Now I wondered if this might mean that you were aiming at a new market, perhaps the women’s market?

FLEMING: No, I’ve got no commercial intentions at all. I just write as I please. I like to write about James Bond because I like to write about his adventures. I’m not very interested in him as a character. I’m much more interested in the things that happen to him.

ALLSOP: This rather surprises me because now you’ve been said to have President Kennedy and Anthony Eden among your readers. Do you mean to say then that you’ve never consciously made James Bond the kind of top people’s hero?

FLEMING: No, very much the opposite, and I think that probably the sales figures of my books would show that. I mean that my Pan book paperback edition here and the New American paperback edition in America sold far more copies than my hardcover editions do and I don’t aim…

ALLSOP: That means a different kind of public altogether.

FLEMING: That means a different kind of public and I don’t aim at any particular public, I just enjoy writing these books. I mean, perhaps the zest that I put into them is too much for people or for some people but it is zest anyway.

ALLSOP: What I’m rather surprised about is your apparent dislike of James Bond. Now in your new book, I remember that you have a kindly policeman warning the heroine not to get involved with Bond and his words to her were that there’s a deadly quality common to professionals of both the criminal and detective type, so is this really as you see Bond in the end, just as a cold, useless instrument?

FLEMING: Well, I think you’ll find that if you talk to a policeman anywhere, you’ll find that they have a sort of love-hate relationship with their quarries, with the gangsters, and I think the particular man in this book, The Spy Who Loved Me, is merely expressing this love-hate relationship.

ALLSOP: Well, now, in a magazine published today, Mr. Fleming, you’ve been vehemently attacked. In fact, the editor, with a lot of examples, describes you as the nastiest and most sadistic writer of our day. Now do you simply shrug off this kind of criticism or does it upset you?

FLEMING: Well, I think the answer is that, of course, Today—this magazine Today—wanted to serialize my last book and I wouldn’t allow them to do so and presumably they’ve taken it out on me, as in the best journalistic sense one does, on me but I noticed in the particular issue of the magazine there’s a very dramatic picture of a man practically kicked to death and several girls in very slight costume and so and so forth, and I think it’s just the old journalistic gimmick, you know—or gimmick.

ALLSOP: Mr. Fleming, thank you very much.


Note: When the Daily Express rejected The Spy Who Loved Me for serialization, Fleming’s de facto general agent Peter Janson-Smith offered it to Today. But Fleming was still upset with how the magazine had published “The Hildebrand Rarity” two years earlier and told Janson-Smith to stop negotiations. And then, according to Andrew Lycett:

"On publication of The Spy Who Loved Me, Today’s editor Charles Stainsby wrote a signed article calling it ‘one of the worst, most boring, badly constructed novels we have read’. But this was only the point of entry for a protracted attack on, first, Ian himself, as the perpetrator of ‘the nastiest and most sadistic writing of our day’ and, second, his Establishment friends who promoted and peddled his wares. ‘It is all part and parcel of the strange nastiness which afflicts many of the Top People in Britain,’ opined Stainsby. ‘We stand firmly against all the things represented by Mr Fleming. We find his writings disgusting drivel. We deplore the manner in which they have been puffed. And we deplore even more the fact that a respectable publisher chooses to put his imprint on them.’

“This outburst led to an invitation to Ian to appear on BBC Television’s current affairs programme Tonight. There he openly alleged that Today had ‘taken it out’ on him because he had refused to allow it to serialize his latest book. This version of events was disputed by Stainsby who claimed he had never wanted to publish any extract from Ian’s book in the first place. He called Ian’s statement ‘extremely defamatory’ and demanded an apology which Ian, rather ignominiously, had to give.”

It seems to me that Today should have been the one to apologize! Putting aside this controversy, I find it interesting that The Spy Who Loved Me is the book Fleming gave the most interviews for. Presumably because by 1962 Fleming had reached the bestseller lists, and by the time OHMSS and YOLT were published Fleming had grown too ill too give many interviews.

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